I wrote myself one of those lame quizzes on Facebook (you are welcome to check it out): "How well do you know _________?" I entitled it, "I'm a narcissist!" The joke is that I kind of am. I have a blog, people, and the number one pronoun used on that blog is "I". Followed closely by "me".
Speaking of me, I need friends, people. How do you make friends in a tiny town when you don't go to school, church or work there, and when all your neighbors are either unfriendly or waaaay outside your age/family situation demographic. Not that I'm only willing to make friends with hip 20-somethings who have babies, but it'd be really nice to have some mom friends. I am an extrovert. I need to meet some people around here, or I will probably slash my wrists. (not really, don't worry)
Today is one of those days. No car today; it's James's week to drive. I'm stuck inside because it's hot out, and heat triggers my nausea (*sob* normally I love ridiculously hot weather). That means no walk. That means feeling blah. That means I'm impatient with Grace, and she gets cranky, and so I'm more impatient, and no housework gets down, and everyone's unhappy, and poor James comes home from a long day of work to find a messy home and a crazy wife and a grouchy baby. Yay!
So I'm not typically this Debbie Downer, but dudes, I am lonely on days like today. I know I chose this life. I chose to be a stay-at-home-mom, and most days I wouldn't trade it for anything. Today? I want to run away. Just for a couple hours. I even called people. On the telephone. Everyone is busy.
In other news, our upstairs hallway remains half-painted. I painted it halfway in a nesting frenzy a few days ago, and it's been so hot and humid that that idea has been out ever since. It would just gum onto the walls and slowly seep toward the floor. Not so awesome. The one good thins is that it looks completely idiotic, and it lifts my spirits a little bit every time I walk through it.
The Child is sleeping again. I suppose I have that to be thankful for. In fact, yesterday she slept until 9 (9! That's 13 hours of sleep!), and today it was 8:30. Weirdo.
Time to do something around here, even if it's just to pick up the dining room table. I find that if the dining room looks neat (the first room you see when you open the door), the rest of the house feels neater. Yes, I have learned to cheat and deceive at housewifery. And I'm proud of it.